Trapped,
I cry myself to petrified sleep/
hyenas,
CONSTANT whispering and snickering-
insane laughter.
Wanted to kill myself, not exaggerating
pain and anger,
form of torture
Please DO SOMETHING.

Synopsis of Extra Chapter:
 After We finally arrived at Sealand, where I had dreamed of since his child hood, things seem to be wonderful. Living in a city where everyone can communicate without words, life is fine. However, I often think of Michael and his quest to arrive here, though I realize the futility I wish him the best of luck. Back in the city we often take strolls after dinner around the gleaming landscape. On one such jaunts I met several raggedy people crouching near the city edges, wondering why they are there, as there are no homeless in the city. Attempts to send thought shapes brought no reply, that is when I realized that they are normal people, not telepaths. I previously thought that there are no more normal people in this area so I went up and spoke to them. After a long conversation, I found that there are a small group of normal people living in clumps throughout the city, living on the wastes of the others. This conversation made me realize that the situation here is more similar to Waknuk then I previously known, as normal people here are treated like lower class citizens, much like the mutants in Labrador. I came all this way to find freedom, and I am not going to let others face situation. Therefore I began a campaign for right of normals, drawing a lot of criticism and prejudice. After many moons and attempts, I decided that the citizens here do not realize that although we are of a different kind, lives cannot be treated as rubbish. Thus I moved along with my family to an obscure location outside the city and founded a settlement where everyone can live together freely and peacefully.

http://princessannecounty.blogspot.ca/2011/02/are-you-afraid-of-dark.html

If our class where the only one to survive a tribulation…

At first, no one noticed, the little detail that where lost, the people who lived in the streets, the stray ones of the herd that where picked off. Slowly, but steadily the world, in fact, our entire reality is disintegrating. Slowly and surely everything disappeared, ceased to exist as if it was never there, leaving only darkness behind. Now there are only us, huddled in an abandoned classroom, unsure why we have been saved. The darkness is all around us, glossy yet does not reflect, perfectly still like a surface on a lake. Scatter around the room, we stare into the emptiness, each of us both glad to be living and felling hollowed out inside because of all that is lost, wondering about whether there is  a point in continuing. Suddenly it happened, a boy stood up silently, and without a warning walked straight into the solid darkness, which by now has dissolved in the outer walls. By now most of us are beyond caring, and continued to sit idly. Yet as more and more people rose up and was absorbed I began to fear again, what I thought was a numb and lost emotion resurfaces, filling up my hollow heart, with each passing moment I seem to be drawn to the darkness, slowing inching, slowing approaching, until it forms a cocoon around me, willing me to fall into its embrace. Suddenly I stood up, and that is when I know that my mind is lost, taken by the darkness, as my legs take me closer and closer to the last remaining doorway, I screamed. No sound came out of my mouth, instead my eyes glaze over and I can no longer see, I am in the dark.

Valentines Day Poem

http://etherealwellness.wordpress.com/2011/05/17/a-moth-to-a-flame/

One liner:As my heart fluttered to thy brilliant shining lamp, my head screamed for my sanity.
Restriction: cannot use the word "love"

Maiden to a Flame

As my heart fluttered to thy brilliant shining lamp, my head screamed for my sanity,
for the mind is foolish in it's perception.
and the heart is pure.

As I fall into your arms,
I dive into a fiery inferno,
fatal attraction alters my allegiance,
and drive my soul to perfection.

Even as I die your fiery death,
I cherish your passionate embrace.
Even as I crumble to silken ashes and charred cinders,
cracked, crumbled, and crying.

Oh Romeo!

I sense no pain in our romance,
fleeting as a flame in water,
yet as solid as stone.
Our tale would be forever.

Pride Project

Here is the link to download my multimedia project using PowerPoint as an animator. (blogger doesn't support direct uploads so download is required. I will also bring a USB, but I do not know if that would be acceptable.)

http://www.mediafire.com/?9ray1cyfqog57d5